Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-03-06
CHAPTER III.

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CHAPTER III.
TIL TEACHER.
The lively young man who had taught
the LinwOod school three winters had nc
cumulaicd savings enough from his honest
industry to begging the study oi law. Ac-
cordidingly,t the school was LETT without Il
teacher. One day q stranger brought q
letter to the Presbyterian minister, apply
IN" for the vacant place. After some lie
law it. was given him. lie was of slender,
though athletic build, with dark hair and
gray eyes. His face was 4 fine, strong one,
full of will and intelligence: hutit WAS not
a peaceful face or q face of rest.
In the center of the shabby village was
the procery-commOn club room for the
male gossipsof the neighborhOod. Travellers
knew il was the grocery by token that 1t
had a box of blacking and two clothes pms
in the window. The strange teacher had
"A little room over this shop. He waSqulte
solitary ut first. OF evenings he stald alone
in this room and played y violin, some
times far into the night. of afternoons,
after school, he took long walks over the
country roads and paths. Rain or SHINE,
il was his habit. Indeed, he rather seemed
To enjoy u walk in the rain, against the
wind. with the storm heating in his face.
He appeared more calm and happy after a
1--WE mile tramp in rough weather. Al Such
times the peODle in the house heard him
often singing to himself, in n singularly
deep. sweet voice, songs in an unknown
tongue. The impression of the strangers
dread and mysterious learning had so deep
ened in a few months, that the simple
country people declared hesangin Hebrew
But n farmer from over the seas told then
the words were German. 1t Was the folk
song of Germany the new teacher sang
Thcreupou the grocer, with the air OF one
announcing d great truth, sand:
Hes 4 Dutchman!'
Once, after n fierce walk, George Morrl,
SOD, quite exhausted, threw himself full
lenuth upon the carpet i'm his little room,
with n inflow under his head. He thought
at first 10 doze, hut the stOvepipe hole IN
the floor was Il telephone, bringing uner-
rinyly to his sensitive areNer word spoken
in the rustic shop blow. He knew Just
how the male gOSSips were grouped. There
| WAS the Squire, who sat on q barrel head.
There were the shoemaker and the post
master. There was the lazy grocer himself.
who sat upOn IN upturned empty soap hoX
most Of the time and let hhs why little
wife wait upon the customers.
At length Jim Sweet said:
"Thatthere new schoOlmaSter amt much
acrount. | reckon. He's too darned gram
matical.'
Il heer him whip ont the PRESBYTERIAN
preacher in argument tother day, SAID
the postmaster.
Now SimpkinS, the grocer, struck in.
| He had listened tn all the rest first. lie
had 4 solemn way Of stating 4 stupid old
fact as # it had been 4 great new truth,
| tie was. therefore, esteemed Il man OF very
profound Judgment 10y everybody bat his
own wife. She saw through her husbands
humbug, rs wives, alas! too often d".
Simpkins said, SOlcmnly:
ITS NV opinion q maj that can GUITAR
nifv the Presbyterian minister amt a safe
pcrson Ia he trusted with the edicatiOn OF
our little ones. It's my opinion, further
that the Srho0lmaster's got something on
MS illltlIs 4 iltill Nl"NN lN "NNh'H N'' ''"i
wood cnt, It's my opinion he's come from
| somewhere, and come down in the world.
It's my opinion
"Your opinion. Sim SimpkinsI' cN-
claimed his wiry little partner, contempt
uouSly. "If the sChoOlmaster's got some
thinu ON his mind, it'd better he that than
not Ia have anv mind at all. They say he's
cone down in the world, do they? What
of it? I've heeud say it WAS better to he a
dead lion than a live iackaSs. Amt the
CarStone children GONG 10 school To him,
every one at 'rm2 A mans good enough
10 teach my children, if he's good enough
10 teach them. They're mannerdlv fam
ilv, from the oldest la the Youngest, that
they aIcl'
But the CCw master won the hearts of
the children right speedily. There were an
exquisite patience aud kindliues3 in his
WAYS toward them, a. though something
had schooled him through years years to
think of Others rather than himself, and
those Others weak and childish. He had
sud he was 81 years old, but he looked
years older. 1t was easy 10 see he had been
born in "A different sphere from the people
he had come among. Even Jim Sweet re-
eOgnized the fine, high bred ways that sep
arated him from IinwoOd folk.
Rut il WAS true that he had something
on his mind. lie was unhappy and wretch
edly disconnected. lie had sought LinwOOd
To be out of the world, and, having his
wish. he found, as many DO, that his wish
was lust whet he did not want: The
caarsepeSs. the stolid self %cOnceit, the pry-
ing curiosity, the jlliteracy of the LinwOOd
people chafed his soul till ne was like a
tiger behind bars. oh, what would bring
iOrgetfulncsS.
lie had been in his new employ only two
mouths, yet he hal grown weary aud reck-
less. In a week more he would resign his
place, he said to himself. In this mood be
went TO his task IA morning. Entering
the school house his eye rested on u group
of handsome children. Next moment he
saw that Ole. q girl, was older and taller
than the rest, and his wandering eye was
instantly arrested by her remarkable
beauty. The group were new pupils.
They were the CarStOne children, Shirley
aTucug them. She lifted her eyes, and a
flash OF recognition passed between the two
souls, the child and the master?
1t was a day of beginning in the lives Of
both.
This story has been very quiet thus far.
Storm enough come later.
From that day theF vas more of peace
in the life Of George Morrison. This girl
pupil understood his plans with an instant,
sweet recognition that surprised him.
Gradually . better, more refining influence
spread over the rnde school.
Papa" said Shirley, ''this new teacher